TAKING A RISK IN A CANCEL CULTURE CLIMATE

TAKING A RISK IN A CANCEL CULTURE CLIMATE

NOW IS THE TIME TO BE BRAVE – NOW

I’ve wrestled for a very long time about whether to speak up or keep my silence. In today’s “cancel culture” climate, some people have been emboldened to label people they disagree with as ‘racists’ or worse. But, what happens if I say nothing?  What happens if I do speak the truth that is burning inside of me?  What do I have to lose?  What is the worst that can happen? Will I be “CANCELLED?”  Can they REALLY “cancel” me?  What would happen if I were “cancelled”?

I WAS RULED BY THAT FEAR…AND THEN I WOKE UP.  

There was a time I call ‘before the lockdown’ that these questions plagued me, but I recently discovered that I am not the same person I was before March 13, 2020. Someone was brave enough to start asking questions – brave enough to say, ‘watch this video’. Someone was brave enough to fight for me.

THANK YOU GOD, FOR BRAVE PEOPLE!

Through the ‘pandemic’ lock-down I was starting to wake up to some very uncomfortable truths, when a friend I had sparsely communicated with over the last 20 years was brave enough to send a link to a video that did get me to wake up.  My life as a Christian and as a Proud Patriotic American has been transformed.

Now – I AM AWAKE. And its time to BE BRAVE and DO BRAVE THINGS.

For those who know me, you know that I have always been open about my faith but have never been judgmental or unkind towards others who express something different.  I will always be that compassionate person.  Many of you, though have never really heard me express my thoughts on current world events or politics, and my views might seem shocking. You might think ‘I never really knew you’.  In that area, I didn’t want to rock the boat. Recently, however, I have been walking through confronting my own fears and solidifying my resolve to speak up.

SILENCE IS NO LONGER AN OPTION

I now know that I have to speak up.  Silence is no longer an option.  There is too much at stake – our families; our communities; our livelihood; our county; our American way of life – ITS ALL ON THE LINE RIGHT NOW and this transcends the election issues.

  • Staying silent could deny someone of their right to hear the truth that they need to hear – TRUTH that could set them free.
  • Friends who are true friends will stick by you even if they disagree. Or, they will reject you, and you will pick up new likeminded friends along the way in your new journey.
  • You could lose your job, but you could find another better job with a likeminded company that will appreciate your political or social position and skills. Or, you could be freed to start your own business venture.
  • You will be happier when you can be yourself and tell the truth that needs to be heard.

For me, in the past, there was so much to lose – at least I thought so.  I was held back by fear of losing my livelihood – my ability to provide financially for my large family – but now my family is grown and I have vast and versatile treasure-chest of skills to survive and to thrive no matter what happens. So why not stand up and do brave things? If I did it – so can you.

GOOD NEWS! YOU ARE UNCANCELLABLE!

WHAT BROKE ME IN THE PAST

There was a time in my past where I felt more comfortable being open about my thoughts until I worked for a crazy lady who broke me as a human being.  She had her own agenda and she tried to ‘CANCEL’ me. At first it was covert, and two years into her psyops torture campaign I caught on and began to expose her to others.  She was someone I trusted, so I was willfully naïve that she would be the one to deceive and manipulate me in such a way.  There were co-workers who told me that they had all bet I would not last past the first six weeks, because three predecessors didn’t make it that long. I had no idea what they were talking about until the day my eyes were opened to the truth. 

Overnight the covert operation morphed into a full-blown overt scorch-and-burn campaign orchestrated and carried out by my boss. It took a full six months of crying every day on the way to work and on the way home before I was willing to stand up and do something about it.  I was ready to speak up because at this point I realized that I had nothing to lose, and the only way to protect myself was to take a stand and take action.  The proverbial “handwriting was on the wall” so I finally took action to protect myself.  She made me doubt myself every – single – day until I realized the truth and empowered myself to stand up and fight.

I knew that my next action would end my career at that company, but it was the only way to protect myself to preserve my future career options – and it was the right thing to do.  I went to HR and filed a complaint that she was creating a hostile working environment.  Two weeks later, they relieved me of my duties and invited me to leave.  I knew it was coming because that is what happens when you stand up and say ‘NO MORE’ –  but I was completely at peace with it. 

When the day came, I was called into the conference room and let go for a reason that I know was total BS but I didn’t care. I knew I had won because I didn’t give them the satisfaction of quitting. So, I reached over and shook the hand of my boss’s boss who wielded the axe and said “Thank you for being so gracious” – and I walked out the door that day with my head high, my sanity intact and singing the HALLELUJAH CHORUS.  I had been set free!

Two weeks later, my coworkers began calling to make sure I was ok. I told them that I was doing great and not to worry because I would find another job…They were all surprised because they were told that I was “OUT ON VACATION”! That is how I confirmed that I was right the entire time. I was so well respected by my coworkers at my job that they tried to cover up that they fired me! In fact, not long before I was fired, I had just received an award for excellence, which I keep on the shelf as a reminder that I am a survivor.

Looking back, I don’t blame her for breaking me. When I met her, she was already a broken person, hiding behind a fine wardrobe, bright red lipstick, and strong administrative skills which I admired.  Don’t misunderstand – SHE DID BREAK ME – but I allowed it to happen.  I allowed it out of fear of losing my job, my ability to take care of my family, out of stubbornness and resolve to not be broken and to stand my ground – to endure and be the last man standing.  With blinders on, I chose that hill to die on because I could not see the bigger picture.  I couldn’t see over the hill to what life could be like if I had just walked away to fight another day.  I STAYED IN BONDAGE OUT OF FEAR.

Do I regret it?  No. I learned many invaluable lessons that prepared me for the fight on today’s hill.

Would I make the same decision today?  No.  Knowing what I now know, I would walk away earlier. I would choose a different path.  I would analyze my options differently, guided down the path that is now visible through the lens of wisdom and experience.

But hindsight really is 20/20 and I don’t look back with regret.  It hardened my resolve and made me who I am today.

Today, I am a healed, whole, mature adult with an entirely new set of skills, prepared to take on the battle we are all facing.  I have chosen a hill and I’m willing to fight and die on it because it is worth the fight.  I will no longer be silent.  I will speak up.  I don’t care if my friends feel uncomfortable or decide not to be my friends because this battle is FOR my friends who are not awake – they just don’t know it yet.  I didn’t know that I was not awake either – until I saw the truth and woke up.  One day, hopefully soon, they will see what I see, and I hope they will join me in the good fight.

NEWSFLASH: I’m an introvert and don’t need friends to validate me.  I like having a few friends but don’t need their validation for my existence in this world.  This is a strength – not a weakness.  I will still love and celebrate them because, like me, they were created in God’s image, with a purpose.

I WILL SPEAK UP

I WILL FIGHT FOR YOU

I WILL DO BRAVE THINGS!

 

HOW I GOT RED-PILLED

HOW I GOT RED-PILLED

2020 – The year we are all just trying to survive

2019 was an exciting and eventful year for my family. Two of my children got married. My second grandchild, and first grandson, was born. One son started trade school. I had finished up the busiest selling season of my career and was looking forward to many exciting milestones in 2020. The year started off great. I was about to hit the big 5.0. and my youngest was about to turn 18. In many ways, I have always felt, in my mind, like I’ve always been 15…married for 27 years, the minivan driving mother of 5 now grown children with a body that is slowly betraying me…but somehow, still 15…until this year.

If you would have told me two years ago that 2020 would be the death of that 15-year-old inner me, and the ignition of embers that would give birth to a new and different identity…a flaming mad conservative…a Patriot…I would not have believed it.

I had finally reached a happy place in my life where I could see a change in the struggle of raising children and balancing a career, found a renewed interest in my favorite hobby – photography. Then, in mid-March, as we all know, the country began to slowly, state-by-state, cocoon into a state of perpetually extending quarantine.

At first they said it was for our safety and that we had to do it for the greater good. They said it would only be for a few weeks, and we had to flatten the curve. We heard horror stories of hospital overload and deaths by the thousands in New York – bodies stacking up and no funerals were allowed. Loved ones were isolated at hospitals with no family to advocate for their safety. Nursing homes went into extreme lock-down as their residents perished en-mass. We were told we had to wear a mask to participate in the barest of necessities such as grocery shopping, but to stay home for the good of the community. Offices were closed and businesses were bankrupted and despair began to set in.  Church services were suspended.  This was a 100-year pandemic and we were to expect deaths across the country in the millions.

I watched as our company – live meetings, trade shows and conventions – received show cancellations one at a time – sometimes several a day. All that hard work we had been preparing for just vanished. The days of acclimatizing to juggling family needs while working from home and connecting with my co-workers in weekly online bingo and Yammer postings dragged on, and then began to wain as the company would ultimately endure five waves of furloughs. We dwindled from 250 employees to a sobering 32 survivors. At first, we were all happy to get to keep our jobs with 25% pay cuts, but as time went by and governors across the country kept extending lock-down orders, the sad realization set it that the company would not be able to survive in its current form without further draconian cutbacks. Larger competitors began to go out of business. And then we received the dreaded news that we were going into deep hibernation with additional pay cuts – from 25% down to 40% decreases – and from 40 hours to 32.

The restrictions have dragged on adnasium, but we still cling bare-knuckled, fighting for the survival of our industry, our jobs, families, churches, communities…our American way of life.

Daily we listen to the news updates, with conflicting reports on what causes COVID-19 and how to best protect ourselves from the dreaded virus – I call it the unwanted import from China. Nobody can agree – wear a mask, but not the ones need by the medical community – don’t wear a mask. They do or do not work. We must stay 6 feet apart – or maybe 10 feet. People are terrified of getting exposed because they might be subject to a mandatory 14 day home quarantine (for many that means no pay for two weeks) along with any family member who they have been exposed to. And nobody wants to kill Grandma or Grandpa. People were encouraged to call and report neighbors if they were seen outside not wearing a mask or not following distancing protocol. We devolved into a society not unlike the German ‘Brown Shirts’ of the 1940s. Anyone and everyone could be a threat for a variety of reasons.

Then one day a few months ago – a few months into the lockdown – when I had been vacillating between the assurance that the government was overstating the numbers, but we really did need to be careful to follow all of the protocol so as not to spread this virus, remember Dallas…Safer At Home.  After spending months avoiding my elderly parents because I love them so much I didn’t want to take a chance at spreading this virus to them.

THEN I HAD MY RED PILL MOMENT.

I hadn’t been sleeping normally at nights for months, so I was up watching YouTube videos.  My daughter came to me with her phone and told me she really wanted me to watch this video with her.  It was late and I was emotionally drained, but I could see that it was important to her, so I agreed. 

This was the ember of truth that opened my eyes and ignited my patriotic passion.  Overnight, I became a researching, YouTube Watching, Facebook posting, Parler echoing, meme generating, fighting mad conservative – a Patriot, ready to protect and defend the Constitution again all enemies foreign and DOMESTIC. Never in my most creative imagination did I ever think that in my lifetime I would ever feel the need to stand up and fight for my country against my own government. Never did I dream, in the greatest/freest country in the world, we would be faced with an attempt at a Socialist/Marxist Globalist takeover, orchestrated by people within our own government.

I had already been a lifelong conservative aware of most of the same things I know today.  But this one 1hr:17min documentary took all the things I already knew, explained the historical facts that had been hiding in plane sight, and connected them in a way that unlocked a vault of truth I never knew was there.  It was as if, in a single moment, I could suddenly see the world around me, past and present all at once in 3D.   It took over three hours to watch the video because I had to keep pausing to explain to my kids (yes I had a room full of family at this point) the historical significance of parts of the story so they could understand why this information is so important to know.  This was the moment that I woke up and came to the conclusion that the world, the country that I thought I was living in was just an illusion.  It was the country they wanted me to see, but in reality, I had been sleep walking the entire time.

I just wanted a peaceful life – LIFE, LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS –  I wanted to get married, raise a family, teach at my church, enjoy my career, retire and travel.  This was never part of the plan.

But now my eyes are open and I realize that the government has been lying to We the People for more than my entire life, and its too late in the game for me to turn a way and ignore it. Our Country and and our very way of life is at stake. 

I cannot look away.

I cannot be silent.

I must now take up the cloak of truth and fight with everything I have for the future of this country, for my family, my children and grandchildren, for my church, my community.  At this point, everything is on the table.  I take nothing for granted and I research everything.  God has given me a specific set of gifts and skills and I will use them for his Glory, and for my Country.

I am a digital soldier, a fighting mad conservative, a PATRIOT.

JOIN ME and together we will fight for those who are still asleep.